Lordy. You know the shadow of the Great Depression is upon us when the rich start pawning their possessions.
In Beverly Hills, one of the nation’s glitziest post codes, so-called “collateral lenders” report an influx of well-to-do customers pawning everything from fine art to designer watches and diamond-encrusted jewellery worth hundreds of thousands of dollars.
They need the money for everything from plastic surgery to keeping their businesses afloat and meeting mortgage payments on their mansions.
Holy Caviar. Is nothing sacred? They can't even change their faces from one season to another? What's next.....public transportation?
And if you think the adults have it rough.
Pity the poor rich kids.
“The other night Christian had eight friends over and I spent $110 on pizza...I don’t mind doing that, but he’s got to know that the pizza budget is not $500 a month.”
Oh no. Not the pizza budget.
Will somebody please feed the rich?
Or bleed them....
Feed them. Bleed them. But keep a few around eh?
Because before the Great Depression is over.
We may need to EAT them....